Dominated in Paradise by Lindsey Purl (Serving Him at the Billionaire Resort) (BDSM romantic erotica)

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Synopsis

Just as Arabella is about to be fired from her new job at the resort for the ultra-rich, Blake Hughes arrives and turns her life upside down. When the sexy, enigmatic billionaire requires that she be his personal assistant for his entire visit, at first Arabella is just glad that she still has a job. But she quickly learns that Mr. Hughes's demands are more than she bargained for, and the slightest mistake leads to the hottest punishment she's ever experienced. Will Arabella's growing attraction be enough to make her stay, or will the billionaire's commands be too much to handle?

This 5600-word story is a tale of commands, submission, bondage, and the beginning of something truly hot in paradise.

EXCERPT:

Mr. Hughes was still seated at the far end of the room, important-looking papers in his hands, and his eyes following my every move. "Very good, Arabella. I knew I could trust my judgment of you," he said smoothly. I was just about to smile back, when he added, "Except for one thing."

He stood, setting down his papers and walking toward me. Suddenly I felt small and scared. Had I disappointed him already? He towered over me, broad shouldered and strong chest visible through his tailored shirt. "I distinctly remember asking you to change into a bikini top and sarong--and nothing more."

I stared up at him, searching for some sign that he was joking. This was ridiculous, was he really going to ask me to waltz around his room with my ass exposed?

He only stared back, the stern edge in his voice making me feel like a little girl being reprimanded. "Now I will give you this option only once: either you can leave my room and explain to your boss why you're not working for me this week, after all." I gulped, already knowing that wasn't an option. "Or," he continued slowly, "you can accept your punishment from me right here and now."

Punishment?!? I had no idea what that meant, but I really only had one option. I drew in a long ragged breath. "Punish me, sir," I said meekly, a steady fear rising within me. He smiled, a look mixed with satisfaction and...lust?

"Turn around," he commanded, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down my body. I did as I was told, turning around to face the desk I had just prepared. In front of me, beyond the desk, a window opened up to a view of sky-blue water and a distant island of tropical trees. I felt his fingers at the sarong's tie and it slipped down my legs, the gauzy material pooling at my feet.

"Now take off that bikini bottom that you never should have had on to begin with," he said sharply. God, what was it about his voice when he used that tone? My breath was already coming faster as I hooked my fingers into the bikini bottom's straps and began to slide it down my smooth legs, feeling more exposed than I ever had been. I could feel him behind me, inches from my bent over slit.